FelchingPisser Posted July 16, 2013 Report Posted July 16, 2013 Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—May, 2013 I met Jerry at a Halloweenparty in Northern Indiana. I watched him fuck a couple of guys. He watched me fuck a lot of guys. We kept smiling at each other. Eventually he pulled me aside and said he’d like to feel my cock up his ass sometime—but he wasn’t about to do it there. (I have linked the two parts of the party above. I called him Will back then--as I didn't have a name yet....) I suggested he just let me eat his ass. He agreed. I remember getting lost in his full, ebony ass—blocking out all the noise from around the bar, the chatter from the guys not having sex and the inane music playing on the sound system. We exchanged numbers. He sent me pictures. I sent some to him. I saw that Jerry fucked my fuck bud Ryan—you can read about that encounter here. We would chat by text or on Adam4 Adam fairly often, but it took almost 18 months before we finally met up one Saturday afternoon… He’s nervous. We talk for almost half an hour in my living room before we go upstairs to the play room. We talk about us. About my little town (and how he had not seen any black people anywhere near this area.) About what I was about to do to him. He strips down and puts in his clothes in the tall bureau in the corner. I use the hook on the back of the door for mine. I glance over. He is as well built as ever—maybe even a little more defined on his chest and arms. Jerry gets right to his knees and starts sucking my cock to hardness. It doesn’t take much work. My cock responds to his mouth and even more to the idea of this hot top about to give up his ass to me. With that thought, I pull out of his mouth and sink to my knees. We kiss briefly before he stands up. I take his long, thin cock deep into my mouth. He bucks against me. It’s the perfect thickness—I can still breathe with it in my throat. “Eat me out like you did at the party.” He jumps right into the sling. I help him get his legs in the stirrups. I kneel down onto the hard wooden floor. I look at the full black globes in front of me. Slowly I pull them apart. My tongue hits home. I hear a whimper from Jerry. “Oh, yeah. Eat me out.” My tongue works deeper. He’s starting to perspire. His ass crack in only moderately hairy—but it’s enough to make the little beads of sweat cling to him—before I lick them away. I spend quite some time on his hole. He’s very tight. My right index finger squirms into him. It looks so white against his dark skin. He is only beginning to open up when I stand. I lube my dick up. I push the head against his hole. Jerry breathes deep. His hole opens a little—just enough to get my flaming red cock head into him. Jerry moans. He reaches for his cock and, though it’s losing its super hardness, he begins to flog it. I can’t move he is so tight. I inch forward. He’s opening. A little more. I am almost there. Jerry groans again, as my pubes mash up against him. “Damn, you are tight.” He just nods and beats his cock. I pull out a little. Then push back in. Then back out a little more. I fuck him slowly and steadily. I am now pulling back most of my length. Jerry gasps out “You feel great.” “So do you,” I tell him. And he shoots. His white spunk is all over his chiseled black abs. One shot has hit right below his left nipple. I know I need to get out of him—and I do. I lean down and lick him clean. He is delighted and chagrined he shot so fast. “Can you take anymore?” Jerry shakes his head. He’s up, and into the shower and out the door. Maybe 30 minutes in the play room—just as long as our pre-fuck discussion. I don’t shoot. But, surprisingly, I feel fine with it. Yeah, he was that hot. Though, that night, I shoot a large load into a devil’s dick I have forming in the freezer. More...
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